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Date Posted: 13:36:57 10/19/03 Sun
Author: Charlie
Subject: New FMZ Songs, Lyrics, News

Hey. It looks like we might have a replacement for Zach, which would be Dave, currently on bass. I talked to Jeremy Sullivan (ex UDA) on Mtpunk.com about playing bass or guitar for FMZ, and in a reply that I think was misplaced on the board he basically said he'd play either if I got in touch with him. If anyone has Jeremy's e-mail or phone number it would be appreciated. If it works out, most likely Jeremy will be on bass and Dave will switch back to guitar. I've got a selection of new lyrics (composed during this FMZ hiatus) for songs I've already got guitar parts for so here goes:

EVERY BOMB DROPPED EVERY BULLET FIRED

(wrote this song because I'm pissed off at what's going on in the world today. Enough said)

When they tote a gun we all see eye to eye,
they say it comes down to we do and die
When will come the day-when will come the hour,
When we decide to relieve them of their power?

Another smart bombing
one more atrocity
and I start to wonder
is anybody free
another life wasted
half a world away
and I start to wonder
Is anybody safe?
(fuck no)

blood in Colombia, blood in Iraq
every bullet fired is a whip against your back
every bomb dropped is a bandage from your hands
paying for murder on foreign Arab sands

(Chorus)

Fight Fight Fight Fight
Gonna die and love it
Die Die Die Die
Gotta be their puppet (x2)

MICROWAVE

(a song about sticking shit in the microwave that doesnt go in the microwave)

It's mini radiation
the kitchen sensation
I love to play
With my microwave
MICROWAVE! (x4)
Throw in a bullet
shards in my mullet
bang like a gun
explosives are fun
MICROWAVE (x4)
throw in a can
of shaving cream
man oh man
fuckin' extreme
microwave consumes
some styrofoam
watch the fumes
fill up my home
MICROWAVE! (x4)
Insert M-80's
boom boom boom
smell of sulphur
fills the room
killed by smoke
now I'm dead
my microwave
above my head
MICROWAVE! (x4)

NO URGENCY

(written night after last Union Hall show, about various things pissing me off at the time, some of which still are pissing me off, but what can ya do?)

My mind seems pretty hopeless
but not as hopeless as yours
I may not be homeless
but I seem to live outdoors
my ex-girlfriend is a drunk
but I don't really care
I'm just so fucking happy
that she isn't there

I'm just living for myself
don't need anybody else (x2)

You stand with arms folded
silent as we play
fucking two-bit poseur
get the fuck away
You come to all the shows
looking like Darby Crash
the truth everyone knows
someone's gonna kick your ass

CHORUS

I'm tired of schedule
and living on time
Nobody cares what the words mean
so long as they rhyme
so screw punk rock music
it's all been done before
but we seem to be paying
and you seem like the whore

LIKE A CASUALTY OF WAR

A burning in my lungs,
and a dream that seems to fade,
lies pour from my toungue
in this big small town charade.
Mind's eye looking madly
when they take back what they gave,
pretending to be happy
as you fall down in your grave.
A bipolar paradise
of hatred and isolation,
experience wont suffice
when you live through imitation.
This town haunts us,
it's so stoic, brick and old-
coming home just as
you step into the cold.

Looking through my mind
for someone else to blame
it's hard to act kind
when each day's just the fucking same

Main street is a prison,
and we're all doing time,
learning to listen
when they say that all is fine.
Broken whisky bottle
like a casualty of war,
the sunshine is lost,
but we can always buy some more.
So self-concerned
it's a drama when we fuck,
we never learned
that there's no chance of luck.
stuck in a hell-
a punishment called home
know it so well
when you walk through it alone.

Looking through my mind
for someone else to blame
it's hard to act kind
when each day's just the fucking same

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Another new *happy* song -- Charlie, 13:53:10 10/19/03 Sun